A couple of girl scouts came knocking at the door while I was home alone. They wanted pop cans blah blah blah money stupid scout stuff.
I opened the garage door and handed them a huge sack of returns.
“Are you really girl scouts?”
They looked confused. And really young. They probably were the real deal. One little girl with fuzzy brown hair wore an awful sash across her shoulder with patches on it.
After they disappeared into their mother’s van I thought about it… I’d actually just given them a bunch of smelly, sticky beer and vodka bottles.